How is this possible?
There is no sense to it! And yet, it makes sense if one truly considers the implications of his actions.
He risked what little he had, traveling through eras to try to right the wrongs that ultimately meant the end of everything good in this world. The end of freedom, the end of light, the end of hope.
He needed to change the future. His future. My future.
And so he took action. He made a drastic decision to disguise himself as my mentor, my hope. And now, I find myself guilty. I believed he was manipulating me to serve his own ends. And I suppose, in a sense, he was. But his goals were my goals, his hopes were my hopes, his despair was a direct result of my failure to do the unthinkable.
And so he put his very being at risk to change the future, so that I could live in a future ruled by light, where freedom and happiness reign, where their savior is not locked away for eternity as a result of his cowardice.
He told me that to save myself, to save everything, I would have to do the one thing I never thought I could do:
Give him up.
